Is there anything you enjoy doing now that you use to hate to do?
Reflections of my childhood...
mowing was just part of the job
After a couple years I was able to convince my dad that we needed a gas powered mower, which helped immensely and cut the weekly chore into a couple of hours. But the mowing was just part of the job. You had the trimming, with hand clippers, 40 years before the introduction of the Weed Eater. The weekly chore of yard work still took a day at least and often times a day & a half counting all the follow-up.
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‘just wait a little while’ and eventually everything will be replaced
Our deed called for an acre of property, eight lots back in the middle 1940’s. Thank goodness we didn’t mow all that. It would have been impossible with that old reel-type push mower. Like I said, no gas powered equipment at first. Then, Hallelujah, for modern inventions and the American call to improvement, in everything during the middle of the twentieth century. The war was finally over and the age of ideas and inventions was thriving. Early ideas were burdensome and heavy at first and not totally proficient. The general consensus was ‘just wait a little while’ and eventually everything will be replaced with something more efficient and lighter in weight.
a ‘loose – loose’ proposition
So eventually my mowing responsibility was eased somewhat by more modern equipment, but that also meant more area had to be mowed that was ‘passed over’ at first. Even though the equipment was being improved continually it was to no avail for me. I still had to walk, and the longer I waited to mow just meant the grass had more time to grow. I looked at the chore as a ‘loose – loose’ proposition. I hated to mow…
Call the medics; this guy’s been in the sun to long
Enter the modern mower, the rider. The whole time I mowed as a child growing up, it was with a ‘walk behind’ mower. I did begin to learn more about the toilsome activity and soon developed somewhat a certain ‘pride’. Not only was the equipment changing ‘lightening the load’, my ability and determination was likewise developing. Did I say I was ‘proud’, hello! Call the medics; this guy’s been in the sun to long. No, seriously, you develop a certain amount of pride in accomplishment and ability. You learn to mow from the outsides in, in other words each lap getting shorter and shorter. Don’t discharge the clippings to the outside into the street or onto your neighbor’s property. Always mow the perimeter discharging the clippings inside for at least three laps or rotations. Then reverse, and mow discharging the clippings out. This makes for a much neater cut, and the grass does not ‘clump-up’ as much. Also, if your grass is long or heavy, don’t try to cut it all at once, this just wears you out and overburdens your equipment. Rather, raise the deck and don’t try to cut too much at first, then if needs be, lower the deck and mow again or wait a few days and then mow. This way you don’t have to do it all at once and you end up having to rake because of the extra grass clumped on your lawn.
You’ve just taken the toil out of mowing
This goes for walk behind or riders. And ‘praise the Lord’ for the invention of the riding mower, can I have a witness? Who would have ever thought, just add a few horsepower to the engine; adding a gearbox and a few belts and blades and ‘whola’. You’ve just taken the toil out of mowing. The equipment is now doing all the work like it’s supposed to and you have more time to - clean out the garage, wash the dog and/or the lawn furniture, paint the spare room, fix the hinge on the kitchen cabinet door, trim the over-grown shrubs, set out those flowers for the Mrs…
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